The Tao says the function of a container is in its emptiness. I remember weeks ago, having just cleaned the kitchen and mopped, I made my treasured coffee. When the beep sounded, saying it was ready, I entered a kitchen with coffee pooled on both the counter top and floor. I had forgotten to empty the old. The new had nowhere to go, no emptiness to fill.
Yesterday’s walks birthed the whisper to the trees of “I am completely stripped of all.” This morning, Life whispers back, “I know.” Carved, molded and baked in life’s kiln, the cup of my sweet life, in its emptiness, awaits her filling. But in truth, it is not the longing for the filling, but the emptying of the sweet nectar to give others drink and then the return to readied emptiness…to be filled yet again.
I cannot pour what has not been filled. I cannot be filled without being emptied. Trust.